On my personal Facebook page, I posted a goofy photo of myself wearing Bubby or Hillbilly teeth. I received the usual yuks and yaks. One friend, however, posted, "Been worried about you lately..." I guess this series makes me seem gothically depressed.

Not really. I like photographically exploring things. I have a distrust of what I call "happy pictures." Nothing wrong with them, but most of them simply aren't interesting to me. I admire the hell out of Sally Mann's "What Remains," as well as the work of Joel Peter Witkin. You have to "want" to look at some of those photographs. Which is probably the point.

I like this particular shot because it demonstrates one of my recurring approaches: to photograph a piece of something larger, to take it out of its larger context, and to make it something that stands alone from the whole. Sort of like me.